Last time he’d held back from that.
This time he kissed her openmouthed, all hot and wet and so good she couldn’t help but make a sound, too. She groaned the moment he sank against her, for a second just as eager as she was, his tongue stroking over hers so deeply it made her think of a thousand deliciously filthy things.
Like:He’d definitely fuck you like that.
Like:He’d do that to your pussy, if you let him.
Though she didn’t really and truly believe that until she felt him shift. His hand suddenly went to the seat behind her head, gripping it in this very particular sort of way. Almost aggressive, and definitely done so he could get closer to her. And his other hand—she knew what it wanted to do. It stopped short, of course. It didn’t quite get ahold of the curve of her ass, her thigh. But it wanted to. Then it hovered there, trembling with the effort of staying where it was—as if trying to resist without explicit consent.
So she gave it.
She simply pushed herself into that hand.
Too far into it, really, because somehow it made her skirt ruffleup and plunged him really far down, and before she knew where she was she had his hand almost between her legs. And the moment she did, he tensed all over. Mouth still on hers, but motionless suddenly. Then he drew back, just enough that he could look down at what she’d done. At his hand spread over her thigh, so high up he could have twitched a finger and gotten under the elastic of her panties. Or dipped into that groove between her leg and her pussy.
And he knew it. He knew why she’d urged herself against him.
“You can’tpossiblybe this greedy for it,” he said. Almost like a scoff, in a way that made her blush.Maybe I made a mistake, she thought, and shifted back a little. She went to correct it, to explain.
“I think it’s just that I’m not used to all of these things,” she tried.
But of course that made no sense at all. They’d hardly done anything.
“Not used to all of what things? Making out with someone?”
“Making out like this, with someone like you.”
“You mean dirtily. With a scumbag.”
God, he said that with such surety. Almost like it was a given.
She couldn’t let it stand. Even though it made her vulnerable, she couldn’t.
“I mean passionately, with someone hot, someone who excites me,” she said.
But maybe she did it wrong, because he just looked even more baffled. Baffled, and just a little amused. “Come on, kid, be honest. There’s no way you genuinely think that. No way that I actually excite you that much. Admit it—you’re trying to build me up, right?” he asked. And then he chuckled. He actually chuckled.
He shook his head, like it was just that unbelievable.
So she put her hand over his, just as she had the other night. And she slid his hand down just as she had then, too. Only thistime, it wasn’t over anything as chaste as a button on a blouse. No, no, no.
It was between her legs.
Right between her legs—just so he could see for himself exactly what he did to her, heart hammering as she did. Every muscle in her suddenly felt like liquid, half from terror and half from the thrill of it. Breath catching when she felt him freeze, and make a sound that could have been anything, really. Disapproval, disgust—in that one moment she didn’t know for sure.
Then she saw it through the darkness.
Those eyes of his damn near rolling up in his head. And the words he mouthed—she knew what they were. She could tell, even though he tried to half hide them.Mother of fuck, he silently said, about a second before he pushed his face into the arm he still had propped between himself and the seat.
All of which was enough for her to know what he was feeling.
But even if it hadn’t been, that hand between her legs told her the rest.
Because he didn’t just keep it where she’d put it. No, no—he stroked over everything he found there, all good and slow and deliberate. Like he couldn’t do anything else, the very moment he felt her like this. He had to get more of it, be sure of it, sink into it, until his mind confirmed what his body was telling him.
“Ohhhhh, you’re so wet. How are you so wet? Oh man, your panties are soaked,” he moaned, and as he did he rubbed over that material. Just in a curious way, just in a wondering sort of way, but oh god, even that was almost too much to stand. It teased the sensitive seam beneath, and so sweetly she bucked to feel it. She rutted back at that soft contact, a broken moan bursting out of her before she could stop it, face flushing bright pink when his head snapped up at the sound.
Sorry, she wanted to say.Sorry, sorry, sorry. But he got therebefore she could. “Oh, you like that, huh,” he said, so low and husky it caused a sensation all its own. It burned through her body, in a way that had her nodding without really meaning to.
